Body Double: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

around at real estate in the area.”
    “Did you tell her about the Lanks?”
    Miss Clausen stiffened. “You know about them?”
    “I know they used to own this house. There was a father and son. And the man’s niece, a girl named Amalthea. Did my sister ask about them, too?”
    The woman took a breath. “She wanted to know. I understood that. If you’re thinking of buying a house, you’d want to know who built it. Who lived here.” She looked at Maura. “This is about them, isn’t it? The Lanks.”
    “You grew up in this town?”
    “Yeah.”
    “So you must have known the Lank family.”
    Miss Clausen did not immediately respond. Instead she rose and pulled off her raincoat. Took her time hanging it up on one of the hooks near the kitchen door. “He was in my class,” she said, her back still turned to Maura.
    “Who was?”
    “Elijah Lank. I didn’t know his cousin Amalthea very well, because she was five years behind us in school—just a kid. But we all knew Elijah.” Her voice had dropped to nearly a whisper, as though she was reluctant to say the name aloud.
    “How well did you know him?”
    “As well as I needed to.”
    “It doesn’t sound as if you liked him very much.”
    Miss Clausen turned and looked at her. “It’s hard to like people who scare the hell out of you.”
    Through the cellar door, they could hear the thud of the shovel hitting soil. Digging deeper into the house’s secrets. A house that, even years later, still bore silent witness to something terrible.
    “This was a small town, Dr. Isles. Not like it is now, with all these new folks coming in from away, buying up summer places. Back then, it was just locals, and you got to know people. Which families are good, and which ones you should stay away from. I figured that out about Elijah Lank when I was fourteen years old. He was one of the boys you stayed the hell away from.” She moved back to the table and sank into a chair, as though exhausted. Stared at the Formica surface, as though looking into a pool at her own reflection. A reflection of a fourteen-year-old girl, afraid of the boy who lived on this mountain.
    Maura waited, her gaze on that bowed head with its stiff brush of gray hair. “Why did he scare you?”
    “I wasn’t the only one. We were all afraid of Elijah. After . . .”
    “After what?”
    Miss Clausen looked up. “After he buried that girl alive.”
    In the silence that followed, Maura could hear the murmur of men’s voices as they dug deeper into the cellar floor. She could feel her own heart throbbing against her ribs. Jesus, she thought. What are they going to find down there?
    “She was one of the new kids in town,” said Miss Clausen. “Alice Rose. The other girls’d sit behind her and make comments. Tell jokes about her. You could say all kinds of mean things about Alice and get away with it, because she couldn’t hear you. She never knew we were making fun of her. I know we were being cruel, but that’s the sort of thing kids do when they’re fourteen. Before they learn to put themselves in someone else’s shoes. Before they get a taste of it themselves.” She sighed, a sound of regret for childhood transgressions, for all the lessons learned too late.
    “What happened to Alice?”
    “Elijah said it was just a joke. He said he always planned to pull her out after a few hours. But can you imagine what it was like, being trapped inside a hole? So terrified that you wet yourself? And no one can hear you screaming. No one knows where you are except the boy who put you in there.”
    Maura waited, silent. Afraid to hear the story’s ending.
    Miss Clausen saw the apprehension in her eyes and shook her head. “Oh, Alice didn’t die. It was the dog saved her. He knew where she was. Kept barking his fool head off, led people right to the spot.”
    “Then she survived.”
    The woman nodded. “They found her late that night. By then, she’d been in the hole for hours. When they pulled her out, she was barely speaking. Like a zombie. A few weeks later, her family moved away. I don’t know where they went.”
    “What happened to Elijah?”
    Miss Clausen gave a shrug. “What do you think happened? He kept insisting it was just a prank. The sort of thing the rest of us kids were doing to Alice every day in school. And it’s true, we all tormented her. We all made her miserable. But Elijah, he took it to the next level.”
    “He wasn’t punished?”
    “When you’re only fourteen,